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Chapter 1459 Blood Night

It's quiet at night.

On Jing'an Street, the street lights flicker.

This is known as one of the most expensive prime locations in Shanghai.

It was once famous all over the world for selling a small shack worth 50 million but with an actual area of ​​less than 30 square meters here.

On both sides of this not very long street, there are various villas of different styles.

A group of the most powerful people in the entire Shanghai stock market and even the country have gathered together.

And at the end of this road, in this highly valuable area, there is a top-notch villa area covering an area of ​​three acres.

Known as Qin Mansion.

The Qin family is almost a native of the entire Shanghai city and is a well-known local wealthy family.

Their history of prosperity can even be traced back to before the Republic of China.

Some people say that the hundreds of years of family history of the Qin family is the history of hundreds of years of change in the entire Shanghai stock market.

People in Shanghai may not know who is the number one person in the area today, but they definitely don’t know who the current head of the Qin family is.

But this kind of family fell into the most tense moment in history tonight.

The entire Jing'an Street has been completely blocked under the order of Qin Mangguan.

The wealthy people living on both sides of the street were all kicked out by them and could not go home for the time being.

In these villas worth billions or tens of billions, at this moment, they are all occupied by a killer who has experienced many battles and has a sky-high price.

A series of dark gun barrels were aimed at every figure appearing on the street in dark windows, gardens, door cracks, and even attics.

Tonight, I am destined to have no sleep.

"Da da da."

The sound of horse hooves suddenly appeared in the street, awakening the night demons lurking around the villa.

All gun muzzles moved in the direction of the entrance.

In countless pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness, a figure whipped a horse and appeared at the entrance of Jing'an Street.

The rider on the horse was a middle-aged man, wearing a black gown and holding a black riding crop in his hand. He gently pulled the reins and stopped the horse's hooves at the entrance of the street. He looked at the silent street quietly, like a rider passing by on horseback.

Travelers are deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery here.

One person and one horse.

A deserted old street left over from the Republic of China.


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